Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 658

Chapter 658 The Secret Chamber
*Zander*

The night was pitch-black, and my footsteps quickened as I descended the stairs to the basement. Hidden deep within the pack house, this was my sanctuary—my secret chamber. No one dared to enter this area, not that many even knew it existed. Only a select few, trusted members from the old guard, were aware of its presence.

Reaching the heavy door, I pushed it open and slipped inside, shutting it firmly behind me. My heart pounded like a drum, loud enough to echo in the silence. It had been years—years since I’d dared to do this. Years since I’d faced HIM.

My movements were deliberate, each step bringing me closer to the wall-sized mirror shrouded in a heavy black cloth. Stopping just before it, I reached out, my fingers curling around the fabric. A deep breath steadied me before I pulled it away, revealing the mirror.

But there was no reflection staring back at me. Only an endless void of darkness.

This was no ordinary mirror. It wasn’t meant to reflect the physical world. It was a gateway—a link to a world I wished I could forget. A reminder of my darkest secret.

The dark world.

“Where are you?” I growled, my voice low and rough as my anger surged. My hand pressed against the cold, dark surface, ripples spreading from the point of contact like water disturbed by a stone.

The mirror began to shift, its blank surface stirring to life. I pulled my hand away, watching as, slowly, an image began to form.

“Well, well, Zander,” a mocking voice rang out, smooth and sharp, as the figure in the mirror became clear—my own reflection, distorted by a sinister grin and eyes as dark and endless as the death itself. “What a pleasant surprise. Missed me already?”

“You’d better answer my questions instead of spouting nonsense,” I growled, my voice echoing in the chamber. “How dare you come near my mate?”

“Oh, you mean our mate?” he retorted with a dark, mocking laugh, his grin widening as he saw my grimace.

“Shut up!” I snapped, my anger flaring.

“Shut up?” he repeated with feigned amusement. “I’m not here to take your orders, Zander. But I’ll tell you this—I’m still offering you a chance. Join me. Together, we could rule the world.”

His voice was a sickening mockery of my own, every word twisting my stomach with disgust.

“I’ll offer you something,” I snarled through gritted teeth. “Stop killing my people. Surrender, and I might just show you mercy.”